We have about four or five James in the family. Yesterday we went to get apple trees to plant on the hill and happened to get a variety named James. A Worcester Pearman and a James Grieve
Or, James and Pearl:
We threw some homemade compost in from that green bin back there and hope to see some apples next September
They have a nice view:
Next to the hen pen that sadly never got used. My Aunt was going to get two hens for eggs, but she travels so much it might not happen. I was crushed to hear I wasn’t going to be hanging out with chickens again.
Even tho collecting eggs from the chickens on the farm this summer was a mind fuck. I did not like it. I think I would have a different experience with two hens at a home.
I’ve yet to do anything substantial on a farm here yet, but there should be farming aplenty next week!